I want to be honest with you because that’s the first step to bettering one’s self. I hate working out. I don’t understand how others can have an “exercise addiction”. I’m not convince that’s a real thing. To me, addictions concerns habits that makes you feel great. Something that gives you a high – albeit an unhealthy one. Addictions are supposed to make you feel good at first and then become something bad for you. Working out is neither of that. It makes you feel like shit in the process and but down the road, it’s good for you. So that’s my feelings and thoughts about exercising.
I was never an athletic youth, I grew up in the States so of course PE is mandatory. In Illinois, you gotta play some type of sport in high school. Whether baseball, basketball, football, soccer, etc. I pretended to play volleyball. Actually, I didn’t pretend. Everyone knew I sucked at it and I believe that my coach and I had an unspoken agreement that the bench was the right position for me. Before you feel bad for me, let me tell you that I loved the bench. I wore the uniforms (hideous neon red/white/blue jerseys, and knee highs) for team spirit, sat on the bench, pretended that I’m following the game, cheered for my friends, and took photos. It was great because at the end of the game, everyone looked like such a hot mess but I still looked fresh.
The physical activity I lacked to give during games were demanded tenfold during training. “What happened during training?” You’re probably wondering. Oh you know, just 2 hours everyday of grueling physical activity 1 month prior to the start of the season. As I’m writing this, I think I just made break through! Volleyball training is probably the root of my aversion to working out. It was horrible! My first pre-season training experience was in Michigan. There was a dirt bike track behind our school (I know, odd) and we were required to run up and down those steep mud hills for hours – and that’s just for warm up. I went to a religious school all through high school and I remember always having to dedicate our training to Jesus before and after – which of course he never helped me with.
After school, I stayed relatively slender without needing much physical activity. And then I turned 21 and my hips started to show, not to mention by backside started to materialize. My upper body is a size 4 but everything below only fits in a size 6 and I started to wonder if I was the bride of Frankenstein with mismatched body parts because it sure as hell felt like it whenever I’m shopping.
And I tried to work out. First with so much intensity and motivation only to end up faltering. This happened many times and eventually, I just realized that running endlessly on treadmills is just not that appealing to me. Working out bored me to the point I used any excuse not to go. Which of course made me feel like shit because apparently, not being able to go to the gym shows your lack of self discipline – obviously I don’t agree with this now.
After years of weight fluctuations, failure in keeping NYE’s resolutions, and wasting money on gym memberships, I think I finally found what works for me. And I put that phrase on bold because this may not work for you. The point is personalizing this experience in order for you to solve your own problem.
A couple of months ago, I drunkenly agreed to attend a Fight Fit class with my friend Heather. A few of my friends and boyfriend belong to a gym called Open Mat near Yonge and Wellesley. It’s a martial arts gym – focusing on Jiu Jitsu and Muay Thai, but they have a conditioning class called Fight Fit. FF for short is a circuit training class with a spin. The class lasts about 45 minutes and the activities changes every day so you won’t get bored. As much as I credit my affinity for this class to the variety of activities, I think I should also mention that I love the group atmosphere as well as the instructor. There is always a friendly environment and always has a good balance of competitiveness and encouragement.
Surprise surprise – I loved it! Don’t get me wrong, it’s intense and it will kick your butt and you will sweat like crazy (last week a drop went in my eye, and yes it stung). For someone who has never been fit or let’s be honest, even close to it – this experience is really interesting.
Now that I found the medium that works for me, I made a commitment to really see this through. Being a blogger, I hope that starting a weekly column to share my struggles and also the rewards of this “project” will keep me accountable and at the same time, perhaps help or inspire someone to find their own.
So join me in this work out journey and always remember: Fries Before Guys.